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bottles motley crew.
Rasta popped a xan last week, Check bust a cheque hella chicks On his dick.
Wacko he a pshyco he get lit.
Ima bat a nigga if he messing

on this flyth for a while (Yeah)
Upside down cross cut into my arm
I did it, I did it (Woo)
Walkē Talkē, talking for a while (Walkē, walkē élao)
Sitting

on the show just to lick the tip
It's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you

To My People

Rampage

The Imperial Album [Clean]

1998

stop

[Spliff Star]
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
y'all niggas

that's different than stones
Got you wondering, where in life, where they went wrong?
Don't wanna cross these types, if you do think twice
It's life

calomnies
Je dis que des vérités, petit bal fallait méditer, j'ai mérité ma signature avec le label Wati B
Pas la peine de parler mal de Red
On s'en bat

so high like wingtips
Do you understand my English?

Cross that line like tick tack toe
You gon hear my whistle blow
Swing it like a baseball bat
I'm

cross the border
Betta have your shit in order
'Cause now your spots is really playin so stay

Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but keep it tight

Well, there's a lot of trees in the woods
Maybe among them there's a
Pair of wild wide eyes
You never cross my path like you should
I must miss you

quartier, on s'accroche à la vie
J'casse ma ce-pu dans l'bât', tu tombes direct sur ma messagerie, hola
Le cross est cabré, ça fait brr brr, partout
Chicas

Can't Get Away

Lollipop Lust Kill

My So Called Knife

2002

When she opens up her door
You will go inside

She thrilled me, she killed me
All with a bat of her eye
She used me up and put me away
I met her in my

police
On les aime pas, c'est la folie
J'vise la lucarne comme le coup d'tête de Boli
Abonné, j'suis dans le bolide
J'm'en bats les couilles de Clyde

khelta group ka koi kam na
Nikalu teri aatma karu mein tera khatma
Thakele lage ye sare softy lyric tere
Flow mein na dam Tere beat mein vo bat na
Street

pas bien la mif
J'aime roder en deux roues
Dans mon tiek avec les frérots
Bats les couilles des feux rouges
Ou qu'un shmitt fasse le héros
Là c'est Jul

know they curious, rap game, hazardous occupation.

That's why they fiend us 'cross the nation. You guessed it, First D.E. on the fader.

Perfect these

And me nuh fire crew gun
Weh some duppy bat ah try? (Yeah)
Me nuh answer to dat guy
The telescope screw down
Morning egg ah fry
Walk in me see bare

quick
Wi head top scorchy real killer monarchy
Full ah bare top artist
E-Syde strong and fit
Guh 'round di Don order duppy bat
Bat ah flick (Yuh mad?)
Not

Mic Contract

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

lights
Hit the back door
I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels
He makes the rubber squel
Blood's on my gear
From caps I've peeled
About a block away

Not gonna let you niggas ever stop my grind ah!
Ten toes down my nigga
Don't you cross my line ah!

Nothing bout me regula!
I can show you betta!

No gravity flow
Bout to go pick up a bat
And go scatter these bones
Villain actin hero packing lethal
Dosages of dopest spliffs
I wrote this shit
I

Never gon' tell got a lock on our jaw
Tippin' the scale got you grippin your cross
A T and a H see what come from my thoughts
Purple and green stuffed

When will it ever be my time
I'm never first to cross that line
I never take home the big prize
It's just Consolation

And I know I made you hurt

search of recognition
In the shadow of the cross there is none
Lies, shame, sinner
Guilt, rage, sinner
Every scar on my body is a lesson
You can teach my

your dogs back
Rolled cigarette
I had my own problems
They're demolished
Where the clean up at
Bring your own bat
Where the ladies at
Rolled cigarette